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No Denying the Patriots Their Due

AS A SPORTS culture we like to throw our arms around the pursuit of history. Record chases bind us to an athletic heritage that lives on in yellowed paper volumes (along with Google searches and, blessedly, the occasional YouTube video) and connects to greatness in a language that we can understand and speak at picnics. How about those Celtics? And such. Whatever the milestone, we usually want to see it, touch it, remember it, celebrate it.

Then there is the relentless march of the New England Patriots through the autumn of 2007, pursuing the sainted Miami Dolphins of 1972.

Football Nation bears witness to a dominance never seen before, yet for much of the autumn it was treated with hostile cynicism. SpyGate broke between the Patriots' first two wins, casting a shadow over coach Bill Belichick's administration. During three consecutive October victories New England rolled up 149 points against the Dallas Cowboys, Dolphins and Washington Redskins, and juvenile accusations of piling on—this is not high school football—obscured the Pats' breathtaking efficiency.

Understand, it is hardly unprecedented for a major sport to be ruled by antiheroes. The Oakland Raiders and the Oakland A's of the mid-1970s were populated by a gallery of miscreants and malcontents who Just Won, Baby. But that was a decade when rebellion was celebrated. A better approximation might be the late '80s Detroit Pistons, who won two NBA titles by administering nightly beat-downs to the rest of the league in the dead zone between the eras when Bird-Magic and Jordan were preeminent.

Yet pro football is America's Game, and the sanctity of the Dolphins' unbeaten season would seem to demand reverential treatment for any NFL team that approached it. The Patriots have been piling up wins since late summer, but only lately have they begun to tunnel their way into most people's hearts. There is a lesson here: Victory is one thing, but appreciation is something else. Joe Frazier hammered opponents; Muhammad Ali is beloved. The Pats at last are getting a grip on America's collective soul.

This is for the best. Long after Tom Brady has stopped throwing touchdown passes and Belichick has shelved his hoodie, NFL fans will talk about the fall of Oh-Seven, when New England won 'em all. It will be sweet history in the telling. This is like seeing the '27 Yankees in the flesh.

Close calls made the Patriots human. Late in the season the Philadelphia Eagles and the Baltimore Ravens took leads deep into the fourth quarter, and on both occasions New England rallied to win. Where so many earlier victories looked so easy, these seemed hard-won, and there is nothing more American than triumphing in the face of adversity.

But on Sunday the Patriots made short work of Miami (not even a shadow of its former self), easily moving to 15--0 with only a road game against the New York Giants, on Dec. 29, in the way of a perfect regular season.

If the whole is unprecedented, the pieces are stunning. Brady has pushed himself to a level at which perhaps a handful of quarterbacks have played. Randy Moss has morphed into a team-first version of his younger self. The offensive line is a symphony of protection. The defense is an underrated embarrassment of playmaking riches—whether it is Mike Vrabel or Asante Samuel or Richard Seymour—so fixated on the final result that they don't care if they get the credit.

And this is the best part: In an age of narcissism, the Pats have embraced the sweet old concept of playing as one. Now they close in on the '72 Dolphins and roll inexorably toward Super Bowl XLII. And if they should win the championship in Arizona and stand beneath a shower of confetti falling from the night sky, perfect in every way, all the game will be better for having witnessed their journey.

Happiness Is Being Young and Gifted

FOR ALL the momentous news—good and bad—that reverberated through the NFL this year, the game still comes down to something as simple as this: the joy on the faces of the league's rising young stars. Players such as Buffalo Bills rookie running back Marshawn Lynch, who was miked at midseason by NFL Films and practically giggled his way through the game, and Cleveland Browns third-year kick returner Josh Cribbs, who says the only way he can play to the max is to be openly happy in his work. "It's a game," says Cribbs, who after 15 games had two kick returns for touchdowns and a 30.7-yard average (second best in the league). "If you don't have fun, why are you playing? You know what puts a smile on my face? When fans meet me and say, 'We don't go to the bathroom on kick or punt returns anymore, because we have to see you.' I live for that."

Last year when Tony Romo, then the Dallas Cowboys' new starting quarterback, was chatting up singer Carrie Underwood on the sideline before a game, smiling and laughing, you could imagine NFL traditionalists cringing. One former coach, who saw the scene on television, said, "He better hope [then Cowboys coach] Bill Parcells didn't see that." This year Romo threw four interceptions in the first half of a game at Buffalo that Dallas had no right winning; but afterward, while flashing a big grin, he said, "Really, it was four? I thought there were about seven." At least three or four times a game, it seems, the camera will catch him, on the field or on the sideline, looking just as gleeful. He makes no apologies.

"Early in my career I remember walking into a meeting and a coach telling me, 'You've got to quit smiling so much,'" says Romo, who sat on the bench in Dallas for three seasons before getting his chance. "'You've got to quit laughing out there. You've got to get the respect of the players and coaches. They won't respect you if you're always smiling.' So for a week, week and a half, I stopped smiling. I got serious around the locker room and at practice. It was the most boring, uncomfortable week of my life. So I decided, if I'm going to come to work each day and have to act like that, I'll have to do something else. Maybe I'll go down in flames, but at least I'll be myself.''

Romo remained true to his nature, and this year, if not for Tom Brady, he would be the leading MVP candidate. The Cowboys have had two Hall of Fame quarterbacks, Roger Staubach and Troy Aikman, but in 2007 Romo set single-season franchise records for touchdown passes (36, with one game left), passing yards (4,125) and megawatt photo ops (Underwood, Jessica Simpson) while leading Dallas to its first bye in the playoffs since 1995.

Make no mistake, though—Romo has felt the anguish of failure. That happened last January, when he bobbled the snap on a potential winning field goal in Parcells's last game with the Cowboys. Seattle won that wild-card playoff, 21--20. Romo didn't leave his apartment for a week. "I hurt so many people," he says. "Then you just figure, If that's the worst thing that happens to you, you've got a pretty good life." Romo used what he learned from that mishap to get through the ridiculous October night in Buffalo, when he finished with five interceptions—two of which were returned for touchdowns. "At one point in the second half," he said, "I grabbed a towel, pressed it to my face and just started laughing. I was so bad you just had to laugh."

Tragedies That Speak To a Larger Issue

THE NEW year was two hours old when gunfire sounded on an icy Denver street. Fourteen bullets tore through the exterior of a white Hummer limousine. One struck 24-year-old Broncos cornerback Darrent Williams in the neck, killing him.

Nearly 11 months later four young men broke into the South Florida house of Redskins safety Sean Taylor at around 1:30 a.m., according to police. Taylor, 24, awoke and confronted the intruders, one of whom shot him in the groin. The bullet tore open his femoral artery, causing massive blood loss. When Taylor died the following day, the NFL's year had found a tragic symmetry.

For all the excitement and enjoyment pro football provided most weeks, 2007 will go down as the darkest year the league has endured. In the months between those murders, Tennessee Titans cornerback Pacman Jones was involved in a strip-club brawl, which was followed by a shooting that left a club manager paralyzed; Chicago Bears defensive tackle Tank Johnson was jailed on gun charges; and over a span of eight months, America witnessed the astounding plummet of Atlanta Falcons quarterback Michael Vick. When news broke in April that investigators had found evidence of a large-scale dogfighting operation on his property in rural Virginia, Vick, then 26, was the picture of pomposity. Called before NFL commissioner Roger Goodell, he professed his innocence; even after a federal indictment, he remained defiant.

Only when evidence mounted and his accomplices began to turn on him did Vick appear contrite. In August he pleaded guilty to conspiracy to operate a dogfighting enterprise. On Nov. 19 he moved into a jail cell in Warsaw, Va. And on Dec. 10 the man whose NFL replica jersey once outsold all others stood in court in prison garb to hear his sentence: 23 months in federal prison. He still faces state animal cruelty charges in Virginia.

Whether the players were victims or perpetrators, these cases stirred discussion about race and class and about violence and athletes. Some said that in the case of Vick, you have to look at where he came from; others said it was time for professionals to stop making excuses and be men. But is this good, useful talk—or just good talk radio? While the games go on and we ponder that question, this much we do know: Williams left behind a seven-year-old son and a four-year-old daughter, and Taylor an 18-month-old daughter.



C'MON! ENOUGH football questions. Ask me about life! Life questions!''

Browns wide receiver Braylon Edwards (right) sat in the middle of 20 at-risk eighth-graders at the Clark School on Cleveland's west side. Edwards asked them what they wanted to do with their lives. "Join the Air Force," one boy said. "Maybe be a pilot."

"Great," Edwards said. "It's easy to say that, but are you willing to put forth the effort?" One of the NFL's rising stars, Edwards, 24, is doing his part. Last spring he pledged $1 million in college scholarships for 100 eighth-grade students in Cleveland if they maintain at least a 2.5 grade-point average in high school, work on approved community-service projects and attend academic and life-skills workshops. Edwards and his mother, Malesa Plater, read 1,500 applications, then selected the group, called the Advance 100. "Heartbreaking," Edwards says of the essays he read. "Story after story of kids who needed hope in their lives."

Kaleb Jarvis is a rail-thin freshman at Cleveland's John Hay High. One of 11 children in a family with unemployed parents, Jarvis was chosen after writing, "I want to be the child in my family to get us out [of poverty], and you do that through education.'' His grade-point average is 3.3, and he is determined to keep it up so he can qualify for the $10,000 in scholarship money available from Edwards's foundation.

"I used to think, Here I am, busting my butt in school, and no one notices," says Jarvis. "Braylon noticed. He's making all the difference in the world to me and my family.'' And to 99 others.


NEW ENGLAND faces Dallas in the Super Bowl, but the big news comes at Bill Belichick's first press conference in Arizona. "We try to prepare ourselves," he says. "We always try to win. This is just another football game, but obviously it's different." A reporter looks behind the podium and discovers a Belichick inflatable dummy with a tape recorder inside. The incident becomes known as Interviewgate and overshadows the Patriots' rather routine 37--17 victory over the Cowboys.

VIKINGS WIDEOUT Cris Carter and Redskins corner Darrell Green become first-ballot Hall of Famers. They are joined by Bob Kuechenberg, Art Monk and Derrick Thomas.

THE OWNERS vote in a rule change whereby timeouts to ice a kicker must be called before the teams line up for a field goal attempt.


"I was like, 'Oh, four-letter word.'"
LAVERANUES COLES, Jets, WR, describing his reaction in April on hearing that the Patriots had acquired Randy Moss





WALKING THE WALK The ever-confident Pats took their lead from the touchdown combination of Moss (81) and Brady (inset).



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LAUGHING ALL THE WAY His costly playoff gaffe behind him, Romo drove Dallas to 13 wins in the first 15 games—with pleasure.



IN REMEMBRANCE The deaths of Taylor (above) and Williams shook the league; the Redskins mourned their departed 21.



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